I spent a chunk of saturday sorting through iphoto. In my pajamas. It was lovely.
I came across photos from Thanksgiving 2005 and they just made. me. smile. What a different stage of life we were in -- a 5 year old, 2 1/2 year old, and a 2 month old. I remember that morning of Thanksgiving dinner prep, as a sleep-deprived mother of a nursing infant, and accidentally pulling the wrong bowl of dough out of the fridge (there were 2 - one for my rolls, one for Valerie's rolls -- Scott really likes rolls). I got through rolling and assembling 2 cookie sheets of crescent rolls before Scott pointed out my error. Oops.
This was a year that Conner's birthday fell on Thanksgiving. We went the whole day and never told him it was his birthday. Instead, we woke up friday morning and the birthday celebration began. He was 5. He never knew the difference.
The Turkey Bowl was something Scott looked forward to and participated in each year. He was in the YM presidency and relished the opportunity to take out a certain smack-talkin' 14 year old. :) All in good fun.
Anna, what a sweetie. She spent most of the day asleep in the swing (a.k.a. my most essential, most used, most loved item of baby gear -- it was a sad day when I finally gave it away). And Grammer playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with the boys.
Conner learned about the Mayflower in preschool and for a month he drew it on every piece of paper he could get his hands on. Payton's drawings . . . . he was 2. But he was a helpful butter shaker. I think this may have been the year that we started our Thanksgiving tradition of shaking up our own butter.
And finally, father and son bonding over a potato peel.
Do you want to see the one and only photo of me on Thanksgiving 2005?
Nice capture, babe.
I think this photo needs a caption. But my mind is blank. Ideas?
